The kitchen work was evidently done in the cellar during the winter. I could smell something cooking while I waited and it got my taste glands aroused... The place was very neat and very quiet.The woman turned out to be a tall, dark-eyed beauty of about my age, a really fine looking woman. She invited me into her sitting room and quickly told me what was going on, taking nervous glances out the window every few minutes. It seemed that a British officer had decided to use her home as his. I also told her that one of my special proclivities was eating freshly fucked pussies, and I would like to sample hers as a before and after test. She just looked at me like I had 2 heads, and said "You REALLY do that?!" "What eat pussy?, But of course!" She said I could eat hers right then, and as I was just starting to get her aroused, Jean stepped into the room and said "I'm Next." Bonnie got up and Jean laid down and I looked at her fire bush and asked the same question, "Bald or just. They weren't the brightest bulbs on the family Christmas tree, that's for sure.'Easy' decided who, when, and where she dispensed her favors, no one else. She beat the crap out of them, and then pressed charges for attempted rape. They tried to claim that she attacked them, but the surveillance video from the camera they failed to notice clearly showed them grabbing her. One held her while the other tried to kiss her. She bit his tongue almost off. He slapped her and tore her blouse. She went. Shit, with all the new furniture, it looked good enough to be shown in ‘Homes and Gardens.’ I was proud of the final results.During the repairs, I did see the lady/girl pulling her wagon every day. She stopped at all items, inspected them, and took what she considered of value. It had me wondering! I was enlightened after talking to my neighbor. His name was Frank McLaren. It was a horrific story.The lady’s name was Vassy Skon. She was twenty-one. Three years ago she witnessed her boyfriend.